25-01-2020, 10:13 PM
Update 7
By end of June 1999 barring a few thesis oriented units left she had almost cleared her second semester with flying colors. Preethi was all set to start attacking the third semester with a vengeance. As I mentioned earlier our weekends were sex filled while we both slogged off during the week.
I all aspects it was the same loving and affectionate Preethi excepting one. She was much more open and I would say bolder in talking with me. She has at last started talking to me like she would talk to a friend of her own age. She seemed to have shed her inhibitions and the false respect that wives in India give to their husbands by avoiding open talk. I loved her more than ever.
We took a short break for the July-4 weekend and visited Kumar and Malathy’s place.
The evening we landed Kumar proposed go-carting the next day early morning. After a very tiring previous day and expecting a decent session over the night with Preethi I declined. As I suspected so did Malathy.
We had an electrifying session that night. I was too tired to start a second session of romp. Without my mentioning Preethi understood and just cuddled against me resting almost half her body over mine.
Early in the morning Preethi rustled up my hair, gave me a peck in my cheeks and woke me up, though not fully. She said she is leaving for go-carting and asked me if it is ok with me. I was a bit irritated may be because I was woken up for no reason. However, didn’t show that irritation on her face. Tried kissing her back and got a prompt response of “chee … go brush you mouth it smells”. Though she said that in a playful manner I know she can’t stand the smell of my un-brushed mouth. For that matter she can’t stand her own un-brushed mouth. The moment she gets up she will go and brush. I was digressing. I sent her off and continued lazing in the bed.
After 15 minutes or so after their departure I got up and came out of the guest room after freshening myself up.
Malathy had kept my tea ready. I stood there drinking the tea enjoying the view through their French window. Malathy hugged me from behind and bit my shoulder. I froze for a moment. She whispered over my shoulder, “Drink up fast. I need you”. Then her hand glided down from my chest towards my crotch.
As I put the cup down on the table, she came in front of me locked her arms around my neck and looked deeply into my eyes. No words were spoken. She then continuing caressing my chest and arms and hugged me tight pushing her pelvis towards my crotch. My resolve getting dissolved was evident from the hardness that was building. She raised herself to her toes and locked her lips with mine. I started kissing her holding her tightly. She slipped her hand down and massaged my member over my track pants.
Malathy mumbled into my mouth, “I missed you … “
My hands involuntarily slipped beneath her loose top to seek her breasts. As I was kneading her she moaned. As my fingers homed on her nipple she let out a gasp. She dragged me to their master bedroom instead of the guest bedroom. She sat down on her bed and pulled me down. Taking the cue I knelt in front of her. I relieved her of her top and continued making love to her breasts. As I bent down to suck on them she held my head tight and crushed my face into them. I slipped down and started licking her naval. She lifted herself slightly and slipped her pajama down pulling its elastic waist band. Naked, on her back with only her torso resting on the bed she invited me to eat her. Malathy had a wheatish complexion unlike Preethi who was extremely fair. The contrast between their nether lips excited me. Spreading her legs and lifting them up in the air I worked on her and made her writhe in orgasm.
She said, “God! That was great!! You are the best in business”
“Is that a comparative statement?” I teased her.
“Of course” she replied in a serious tone and continued, “Kumar is no comparison to you”
“Thanks for the compliment” I said elated.
But she had other intentions as she continued, “But then he doesn’t have to go down on a girl. He can make a woman orgasm just penetrating her”.
I could sense her intention was to humiliate me and lead me into thinking about Kumar pleasuring Preethi. She continued berating, “That’s why you need to practice more of pussy licking. That way Preethi can have best of both the worlds”
She got up and hugged me tightly kissing and probing my mouth with her tongue. As our kiss grew in intensity a hand of hers slipped down and pulled my track pants down. She stroked my already hard member just a few times and then surprised me whispering in my ears, “Mount me”.
She moved up in the bed laid down spreading herself for me. In no time I got rid of my clothing, climbed on to the bed and was inside her in a single stroke.
She gasped and said, “Oh! I was waiting for this so long”
I wanted to demonstrate my love making skills. I started to plough with strokes of varied paces. After a good 10 minutes I saw a dazed look in her face. I bent down fully on her and locked my lips with hers for a long and passionate kiss probing with my tongue and nibbling her lips. When I broke of the kiss she gasped. I bent my body with my member firmly locked in her. I nibbled her right nipple, pulled it up gently biting it and then released it. Her gasp was louder. As I gave the same treatment to her left nipple she exploded with a loud moan. I resumed my strokes riding her for another 10 minutes to her next orgasm and my climax. After recovering from my orgasm my member still inflated and buried inside her I propped myself with my elbows placed adjacent to her body and looked her. She pulled me again for feverish kiss.
"You are quite good," she said hinting at my prowess. Then saying, “It is my turn now” she pushed me aside and made me lie down on my back . As I lay down on my back, she got up and knelt between my legs took my member in her hand. It was slimy and still inflated. I looked at her incredulously.
She picked up my still inflated member between her fingers and bent down to kiss it. I was stunned by her reaction as it was still messy and couldn't imagine Preethi ever doing that.
Her lips parted and she engulfed my manhood in her mouth, sucking out the coat of our combined juices in no time. She then continued pleasuring me orally; her hands playing with my testicles all the time. I started hardening responding to her expert tongue play. If that were not enough, she did something strange, that aroused me further. One of her fingers strayed to my anus and she started gently probing my anus. The finger was gently circling the puckered hold, probing a bit harder every now and then. Somehow, my body enjoyed that touch of hers. I never knew that I could get excited by such an act. I didn't object to it and instead let her take liberties.
She urged me to move my legs a little bit, which I did. That gave her much better access to my genitals and anus that she was had been massaging all along. I was fully erect and rock hard now due to her expert work. She suddenly stopped and squeezed the pre-cum out of my member, doused her middle finger in it and took back to my anus transferring the wetness to that area. I understood that she would probably insert a finger inside. I winced in (pleasurable) pain as her middle finger entered me from behind.
She kept it completely embedded inside for a few moments before she decided to start the see-sawing motion. I was in a very excited stated but was able to prolong it due to my recent ejaculation.
After about 15 minutes of nonstop fellatio and fingering, she came up to me and kissed me.
"That was amazing!" I said.
"I can't imagine Preethi doing it for me," I added.
"I know" she said
I wanted her again and urged her to move on all her fours, a position Preethi rarely allows me. She co-operated and let me mount her from behind. I pumped her for over 10 minutes and still was not close to climaxing. Malathy was getting tired in that position and she urged to switch back to missionary style.
"How much more time?" she asked me. Preethi rarely asked such a question. The few occasions she asked me usually meant that she was satisfied and it was okay for me to ejaculate any time.
"Don't know," I said.
"Would you mind if Preethi swallowed Kumar's load and not yours?" Malathy asked titillating my senses -- perhaps encouraging me to climax sooner.
"Preethi doesn't like swallowing," I responded between my thrusts.
"With Kumar, she will," emphasized Malathy.
"Would you mind if Preethi rimmed Kumar's asshole?" Malathy asked further.
"You mean perform anilingus on him?" I clarified.
"Yes."
"I can never imagine her doing that," I replied.
"She will start doing this for Kumar," she said.
"She would never do that," I reiterated.
“Wanna bet?” she teased me.
I continued my romp.
"Are you about to cum?" she asked me.
"Sort of?"
"How long?"
"May be a few more strokes," I responded.
"Well, I want you to cum in my mouth," she said. As she had done that already once I was not all that surprised by her request, I pulled out and moved towards her face. It was a cumbersome position, so she asked me to stand next to the bed facing her, while she turned on her side and took my throbbing erection in her mouth.
Her head was supported by her hand as I slowly see-sawed through her mouth. Her other hand started fingering my rear again. I wondered if Kumar and Malathy had fetish for anal sex.
In a few more strokes I flooded her mouth. Or so, I imagined. With hardly any time recuperate; all I could manage was a few drops. She diligently sucked in the ejaculation and cleaned me completely.
Exhausted by our session, we both lied down in each other's arms. I was not sure if the comments she was making about Kumar enjoying her women to swallow and perform anilingus were true and I definitely wanted to find out.
As I was lying on my back staring at nothing. She turned towards me. Her hand started caressing my chest and she threw a leg over mine and locked it ensuring skin to skin contact from waist to toe. I tilted my head towards her and asked, “Why did you do that?”
She giggled, “That seems to be your standard preamble after we are at it. Are you guilty again?”
“Not really. But I asked about what you did”
“Do you mean the blow jobs and letting you come in my mouth?”
“Yes. Didn’t you find it repulsive?”
“To tell you the truth I have done those only with you despite Kumar asking many times. I knew you will enjoy. But I never thought that I will also enjoy”
“Enjoy! Come off it Malathy”
“You don’t know Anand. It was a kinky thrill and I did enjoy. And as I said so will Preethi while doing it to Kumar. But don’t expect her to do to you”
“Why?”
“A mistress always reserves certain privileges for her master”
Seeing my face hardening at the mention of the word mistress Malathy stopped on her tracks. It really pissed me off. But didn’t want to abruptly get up and hurt her feelings. I remained silent. Malathy seemed to have sensed it and slowly got up and went to her bathroom. I went to the guestroom to take bath.
Later as we were having breakfast of fruits and cereals, Malathy opened the topic first appreciating me, “Oh! That was really good. I guess you charged me up so much with your oral skills in the beginning”
I just smiled and continued eating.
Sensing my pensive mood she continued in a little more serious tone, “I am sure that you get excited about living your fantasy. But for some reason you don’t want Preethi to become Kumar’s mistress. Though I had my doubts earlier now I know for sure that Preethi is so eager to be pleasured by Kumar she is willing to be his mistress. I want to know why you are so hung up.”
I responded, “Her being his mistress has a lot of other connotations”
She retorted, “Like what?”
I elaborated, “I am her husband Malathy. I am not old-fashioned and I don’t want Preethi to treat me like God. At the same time I don’t want her to let her dignity and self-respect down. Becoming a mistress is like demeaning herself and me”
Malathy, “You seemed to have misunderstood this mistress bit completely. It can never be like the mistress-master relationship that Kumar outlined as exists in India. Not even the variety that exists in the West. Preethi’s relationship with Kumar will be restricted to sex and nothing else. She knows how respected you are among your friends and in fact she wants to live up to that. She will never want herself to be branded as anything but your ideal wife”
“By inviting Kumar to my place whenever I am not there?” I asked lacing my tone with sarcasm, thereby also conveying my reticence to the open relationship in our current social surroundings. I had quite a few friends right in the apartment block where we lived.
Malathy, “Oh! She knows the social implications only too well. Even I won’t let Kumar to go spend a night in your place when you are not there. I had planned for her to come over here as though to spend the evening in our company which she will. Later Kumar can sneak into her bed and mate her”
“You don’t mind?”
“I don’t mind if she capitalizes on Kumar a few nights a week. Though I will be happy if I could spend them with you. Kumar’s appetite for sex is way too high. With Preethi rushing off early, he will still come to me in the morning for a quickie”
Malathy seemed to have well thought out the social implications. But I was still worried about it. Here I must explain what my worry is. Agreed I was excited about Preethi getting pleasured by Kumar. But the long hours they spend together are not going to be spent only fucking. Love develops with closeness not necessarily in bed. I know Preethi loves me. But I felt not as deeply as I loved her. However many number of times I mate with Malathy, I never thought I will fall in love with her. It will always be mutual fondness despite my weak mind that fell for her seductions. I was not sure if Preethi is that mature. I didn’t want her to fall in love with Kumar for whatever reason. With Kumar’s clear-cut intention of having her as his mistress I doubted if he will restrict it to a “sex only” relationship.
Later Kumar and Preethi returned from their go-carting and nothing else happened. Luckily that night she was as tired as I was the previous night. She herself was not up to a second session and we caressed each other talking sweet nothings till we dozed off. The following two nights we both made up for the weeks quota as feverishly as usual.
By end of June 1999 barring a few thesis oriented units left she had almost cleared her second semester with flying colors. Preethi was all set to start attacking the third semester with a vengeance. As I mentioned earlier our weekends were sex filled while we both slogged off during the week.
I all aspects it was the same loving and affectionate Preethi excepting one. She was much more open and I would say bolder in talking with me. She has at last started talking to me like she would talk to a friend of her own age. She seemed to have shed her inhibitions and the false respect that wives in India give to their husbands by avoiding open talk. I loved her more than ever.
We took a short break for the July-4 weekend and visited Kumar and Malathy’s place.
The evening we landed Kumar proposed go-carting the next day early morning. After a very tiring previous day and expecting a decent session over the night with Preethi I declined. As I suspected so did Malathy.
We had an electrifying session that night. I was too tired to start a second session of romp. Without my mentioning Preethi understood and just cuddled against me resting almost half her body over mine.
Early in the morning Preethi rustled up my hair, gave me a peck in my cheeks and woke me up, though not fully. She said she is leaving for go-carting and asked me if it is ok with me. I was a bit irritated may be because I was woken up for no reason. However, didn’t show that irritation on her face. Tried kissing her back and got a prompt response of “chee … go brush you mouth it smells”. Though she said that in a playful manner I know she can’t stand the smell of my un-brushed mouth. For that matter she can’t stand her own un-brushed mouth. The moment she gets up she will go and brush. I was digressing. I sent her off and continued lazing in the bed.
After 15 minutes or so after their departure I got up and came out of the guest room after freshening myself up.
Malathy had kept my tea ready. I stood there drinking the tea enjoying the view through their French window. Malathy hugged me from behind and bit my shoulder. I froze for a moment. She whispered over my shoulder, “Drink up fast. I need you”. Then her hand glided down from my chest towards my crotch.
As I put the cup down on the table, she came in front of me locked her arms around my neck and looked deeply into my eyes. No words were spoken. She then continuing caressing my chest and arms and hugged me tight pushing her pelvis towards my crotch. My resolve getting dissolved was evident from the hardness that was building. She raised herself to her toes and locked her lips with mine. I started kissing her holding her tightly. She slipped her hand down and massaged my member over my track pants.
Malathy mumbled into my mouth, “I missed you … “
My hands involuntarily slipped beneath her loose top to seek her breasts. As I was kneading her she moaned. As my fingers homed on her nipple she let out a gasp. She dragged me to their master bedroom instead of the guest bedroom. She sat down on her bed and pulled me down. Taking the cue I knelt in front of her. I relieved her of her top and continued making love to her breasts. As I bent down to suck on them she held my head tight and crushed my face into them. I slipped down and started licking her naval. She lifted herself slightly and slipped her pajama down pulling its elastic waist band. Naked, on her back with only her torso resting on the bed she invited me to eat her. Malathy had a wheatish complexion unlike Preethi who was extremely fair. The contrast between their nether lips excited me. Spreading her legs and lifting them up in the air I worked on her and made her writhe in orgasm.
She said, “God! That was great!! You are the best in business”
“Is that a comparative statement?” I teased her.
“Of course” she replied in a serious tone and continued, “Kumar is no comparison to you”
“Thanks for the compliment” I said elated.
But she had other intentions as she continued, “But then he doesn’t have to go down on a girl. He can make a woman orgasm just penetrating her”.
I could sense her intention was to humiliate me and lead me into thinking about Kumar pleasuring Preethi. She continued berating, “That’s why you need to practice more of pussy licking. That way Preethi can have best of both the worlds”
She got up and hugged me tightly kissing and probing my mouth with her tongue. As our kiss grew in intensity a hand of hers slipped down and pulled my track pants down. She stroked my already hard member just a few times and then surprised me whispering in my ears, “Mount me”.
She moved up in the bed laid down spreading herself for me. In no time I got rid of my clothing, climbed on to the bed and was inside her in a single stroke.
She gasped and said, “Oh! I was waiting for this so long”
I wanted to demonstrate my love making skills. I started to plough with strokes of varied paces. After a good 10 minutes I saw a dazed look in her face. I bent down fully on her and locked my lips with hers for a long and passionate kiss probing with my tongue and nibbling her lips. When I broke of the kiss she gasped. I bent my body with my member firmly locked in her. I nibbled her right nipple, pulled it up gently biting it and then released it. Her gasp was louder. As I gave the same treatment to her left nipple she exploded with a loud moan. I resumed my strokes riding her for another 10 minutes to her next orgasm and my climax. After recovering from my orgasm my member still inflated and buried inside her I propped myself with my elbows placed adjacent to her body and looked her. She pulled me again for feverish kiss.
"You are quite good," she said hinting at my prowess. Then saying, “It is my turn now” she pushed me aside and made me lie down on my back . As I lay down on my back, she got up and knelt between my legs took my member in her hand. It was slimy and still inflated. I looked at her incredulously.
She picked up my still inflated member between her fingers and bent down to kiss it. I was stunned by her reaction as it was still messy and couldn't imagine Preethi ever doing that.
Her lips parted and she engulfed my manhood in her mouth, sucking out the coat of our combined juices in no time. She then continued pleasuring me orally; her hands playing with my testicles all the time. I started hardening responding to her expert tongue play. If that were not enough, she did something strange, that aroused me further. One of her fingers strayed to my anus and she started gently probing my anus. The finger was gently circling the puckered hold, probing a bit harder every now and then. Somehow, my body enjoyed that touch of hers. I never knew that I could get excited by such an act. I didn't object to it and instead let her take liberties.
She urged me to move my legs a little bit, which I did. That gave her much better access to my genitals and anus that she was had been massaging all along. I was fully erect and rock hard now due to her expert work. She suddenly stopped and squeezed the pre-cum out of my member, doused her middle finger in it and took back to my anus transferring the wetness to that area. I understood that she would probably insert a finger inside. I winced in (pleasurable) pain as her middle finger entered me from behind.
She kept it completely embedded inside for a few moments before she decided to start the see-sawing motion. I was in a very excited stated but was able to prolong it due to my recent ejaculation.
After about 15 minutes of nonstop fellatio and fingering, she came up to me and kissed me.
"That was amazing!" I said.
"I can't imagine Preethi doing it for me," I added.
"I know" she said
I wanted her again and urged her to move on all her fours, a position Preethi rarely allows me. She co-operated and let me mount her from behind. I pumped her for over 10 minutes and still was not close to climaxing. Malathy was getting tired in that position and she urged to switch back to missionary style.
"How much more time?" she asked me. Preethi rarely asked such a question. The few occasions she asked me usually meant that she was satisfied and it was okay for me to ejaculate any time.
"Don't know," I said.
"Would you mind if Preethi swallowed Kumar's load and not yours?" Malathy asked titillating my senses -- perhaps encouraging me to climax sooner.
"Preethi doesn't like swallowing," I responded between my thrusts.
"With Kumar, she will," emphasized Malathy.
"Would you mind if Preethi rimmed Kumar's asshole?" Malathy asked further.
"You mean perform anilingus on him?" I clarified.
"Yes."
"I can never imagine her doing that," I replied.
"She will start doing this for Kumar," she said.
"She would never do that," I reiterated.
“Wanna bet?” she teased me.
I continued my romp.
"Are you about to cum?" she asked me.
"Sort of?"
"How long?"
"May be a few more strokes," I responded.
"Well, I want you to cum in my mouth," she said. As she had done that already once I was not all that surprised by her request, I pulled out and moved towards her face. It was a cumbersome position, so she asked me to stand next to the bed facing her, while she turned on her side and took my throbbing erection in her mouth.
Her head was supported by her hand as I slowly see-sawed through her mouth. Her other hand started fingering my rear again. I wondered if Kumar and Malathy had fetish for anal sex.
In a few more strokes I flooded her mouth. Or so, I imagined. With hardly any time recuperate; all I could manage was a few drops. She diligently sucked in the ejaculation and cleaned me completely.
Exhausted by our session, we both lied down in each other's arms. I was not sure if the comments she was making about Kumar enjoying her women to swallow and perform anilingus were true and I definitely wanted to find out.
As I was lying on my back staring at nothing. She turned towards me. Her hand started caressing my chest and she threw a leg over mine and locked it ensuring skin to skin contact from waist to toe. I tilted my head towards her and asked, “Why did you do that?”
She giggled, “That seems to be your standard preamble after we are at it. Are you guilty again?”
“Not really. But I asked about what you did”
“Do you mean the blow jobs and letting you come in my mouth?”
“Yes. Didn’t you find it repulsive?”
“To tell you the truth I have done those only with you despite Kumar asking many times. I knew you will enjoy. But I never thought that I will also enjoy”
“Enjoy! Come off it Malathy”
“You don’t know Anand. It was a kinky thrill and I did enjoy. And as I said so will Preethi while doing it to Kumar. But don’t expect her to do to you”
“Why?”
“A mistress always reserves certain privileges for her master”
Seeing my face hardening at the mention of the word mistress Malathy stopped on her tracks. It really pissed me off. But didn’t want to abruptly get up and hurt her feelings. I remained silent. Malathy seemed to have sensed it and slowly got up and went to her bathroom. I went to the guestroom to take bath.
Later as we were having breakfast of fruits and cereals, Malathy opened the topic first appreciating me, “Oh! That was really good. I guess you charged me up so much with your oral skills in the beginning”
I just smiled and continued eating.
Sensing my pensive mood she continued in a little more serious tone, “I am sure that you get excited about living your fantasy. But for some reason you don’t want Preethi to become Kumar’s mistress. Though I had my doubts earlier now I know for sure that Preethi is so eager to be pleasured by Kumar she is willing to be his mistress. I want to know why you are so hung up.”
I responded, “Her being his mistress has a lot of other connotations”
She retorted, “Like what?”
I elaborated, “I am her husband Malathy. I am not old-fashioned and I don’t want Preethi to treat me like God. At the same time I don’t want her to let her dignity and self-respect down. Becoming a mistress is like demeaning herself and me”
Malathy, “You seemed to have misunderstood this mistress bit completely. It can never be like the mistress-master relationship that Kumar outlined as exists in India. Not even the variety that exists in the West. Preethi’s relationship with Kumar will be restricted to sex and nothing else. She knows how respected you are among your friends and in fact she wants to live up to that. She will never want herself to be branded as anything but your ideal wife”
“By inviting Kumar to my place whenever I am not there?” I asked lacing my tone with sarcasm, thereby also conveying my reticence to the open relationship in our current social surroundings. I had quite a few friends right in the apartment block where we lived.
Malathy, “Oh! She knows the social implications only too well. Even I won’t let Kumar to go spend a night in your place when you are not there. I had planned for her to come over here as though to spend the evening in our company which she will. Later Kumar can sneak into her bed and mate her”
“You don’t mind?”
“I don’t mind if she capitalizes on Kumar a few nights a week. Though I will be happy if I could spend them with you. Kumar’s appetite for sex is way too high. With Preethi rushing off early, he will still come to me in the morning for a quickie”
Malathy seemed to have well thought out the social implications. But I was still worried about it. Here I must explain what my worry is. Agreed I was excited about Preethi getting pleasured by Kumar. But the long hours they spend together are not going to be spent only fucking. Love develops with closeness not necessarily in bed. I know Preethi loves me. But I felt not as deeply as I loved her. However many number of times I mate with Malathy, I never thought I will fall in love with her. It will always be mutual fondness despite my weak mind that fell for her seductions. I was not sure if Preethi is that mature. I didn’t want her to fall in love with Kumar for whatever reason. With Kumar’s clear-cut intention of having her as his mistress I doubted if he will restrict it to a “sex only” relationship.
Later Kumar and Preethi returned from their go-carting and nothing else happened. Luckily that night she was as tired as I was the previous night. She herself was not up to a second session and we caressed each other talking sweet nothings till we dozed off. The following two nights we both made up for the weeks quota as feverishly as usual.
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